You must post a clear and direct question in the title. The title may contain two, short, necessary context sentences.
No text is allowed in the textbox. Your thoughts/responses to the question can go in the comments section. more >>

Any post asking for advice should be generic and not specific to your situation alone. more >>

I was thinking about a game a few of my friends played in high school called "zombie." What zombie basically amounts to is naked wrestling in the showers after gym class. They would clog the drains, turn all the showers on hi (so it would be foggy), and turn the lights off and designate a zombie. The result of this was screaming that could be heard from the gym. The girls always wanted to know what was going on, and other guys just told them "you dont want to know." Eventually, one of my other friends took a girl in there during the game. Right as he opened the door, she saw our one friend "turn" our other friend into a zombie. Over her screaming, you can hear they guy yelling, "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?! NOW YOU KNOW WHAT WE DO."

Basically, once you start eating anything that can vaguely be considered or called a sandwich or is one thing "sandwiched" between other things (Oreo, ice cream, submarine, Egg McMuffin), you are not allowed to put it down without placing something on top of it. Fail to protect your sandwich and it will be punched into oblivion until you manage to get a fry or something on top of it.

I've been so paranoid that my sandwich is going to be smashed that I've protected it when I am hours away from any of my friends. It's 2nd nature now.

Played a game called Fugitive in the Dallas-Fort Worth area with my college roommate. He started it with friends in high school.

One or two people are the fugitive, and the rest are the cops, or hunters, or whatever. The group sticks the fugitive(s) in the trunk of a car, and drive them to some random place in town. Stop, dump the fugitive(s), and drive off.

After five to ten minutes of a head-start, the group then starts hunting for the fugitive(s). Only way to subdue them is physically restrain them (tackle to the ground). Game ends when the fugitive(s) are all caught, or make it back to the house, school, bar, or wherever else is the agreed base.

Resulted in so many middle-of-the-night marathons through shady-ass parts of the city... Good times.

Update: Holy crap you people are awesome! Had no idea so many have also enjoyed this game. It was just called "Fugitive" (not "Fugitive in the Dallas-Ft. Worth Area"). And yes, camping was always a concern. You generally could just comb the area you dropped the fugitive(s) off pretty well after the head-start and catch a glimpse of them--so the chase would be a afoot. But if you missed them in that prime window, you pretty much just have to canvas the likely route they would take back to the finish, or hope you could outwit them with an effective enough net. Didn't make it impossible for the fugitive if the others camped, but it did change the terms of the engagement a bit.

We did a variation of this (also in the DFW area,small world) where we would divide into 3-4 teams of 4-5 people. Each team would would then take 2 members of an opposing team, blindfold them, and have 15 minutes to drive and dump them somewhere. Your "kidnapped" teammates would then call you and you had to find them based only on their descriptions of the area and any street signs they could find (honor code on smartphone gps). First team back to the start point scores a point.

Edit: Yep, it was called Hostage, and apparently a really big thing for suburban high schoolers in DFW.

That sounds like a really cool variation! The game is definitely more fun for the fugitive when they have company. One time, we mixed it up by using a dinky toy pair of metal handcuffs (honor system: don't let yourself out) for me and the other fugitive. I felt like a total badass scaling an apartment complex wall while attached to the other person.

Heya! Also from the Dallas-Fort Worth Area. We were playing fug. in the suburbs and one of the kids we were playing with had a dad who wanted to play. This dad was an actual cop who worked the downtown area. So he shows up with a couple of his cop buddies, who each have walkie talkies, in a black police issue Hummer equipped with floodlights...

Fast forward 45 minutes, most of the remaining fugitives and the cops (as in all the players that are hunting fugitives) are concentrated around the end point, when a police car shows up, sirens blaring. The on duty local cops had showed up. Apparently, someone in our town had called saying they saw a high school student get tackled and kidnapped by a couple of men in a large black vehicle outside of their window. The dad showed them his badge and explained what was going on and everything was cool, but all of us died laughing afterwards. The game was illegal to play pretty soon after that, so we moved it to the town over.

TL;DR We played this game and made someone think they witnessed a kidnapping.

In college we played a game called "Toast Pocket" at parties. It was really simple and no one ever really won but the object of the game was to make a piece of toast at a party and slip it into someones pocket. Once the toast was inside the pocket, you would slap the pocket as hard as you could which destroyed the integrity of the toast and converted it to crumbs. No matter your efforts, you would have toast crumbs in an affected pocket for weeks.

The rules are simple. Stand around in a circle. Turn to your friend and say, "Are you ready?" He responds, "Yes." You slap him as hard as you can in the face. He takes a shot of whiskey. He turns to someone else (or back to you) and repeats the formula.

As a friend who heard a game occurring from another room described it: "I started to get concerned when I heard you guys slapping each other, but I got really concerned when I realized nobody was saying 'Ow.'"

"Get down Mr. President"
In a big group of friends, one person would put their finger to their ear (like a secret service agent) and as the rest of the group noticed they would do the same. When there was one person left without their finger to their ear, everyone would scream "GET DOWN MR. PRSIDENT" and tackle them. On pavement, gravel, whatever. There were some injuries.

You know when you're with a group of friends just standing in a circle talking? Well you're usually just maintaining eye contact, being involved, etc. The game is to drop your pants. If you pull it off without being noticed, bravo. When you notice a dropped pants, you also drop your pants.

The game goes thusly until you're all giggling like loons and whoever hasn't done it is confused until they make the realization that they are surrounded by people with no pants on.

My rugby team does this shit all the time. Fuck man, at a party when you're chatting up some girl or trying to get a fresh drink and all the sudden a buddy grabs you from behind and slams you to the ground screaming "SAVE THE PRESIDENT, GET DOWN SIR!!"

On this note, my friends and I would play "Bodyguard Chicken." One person dresses in a chicken suit, the other 4 in black suits with white shirts and black ties. Those 4 then escort the chicken around campus, acting like the chicken is the president.

This is more common in Europe I think because it's interpreted differently. In France when visiting, another car bumped the taxi we were in to tell it to go instead of honking the horn. In America (where I'm from) that shit would not go down so nicely or be considered Ok. Not to mention cars are built a lot less sturdy than they used to be, whereas bumping now would cost you a whole new bumper.

I dealt with people being pissed about honking while growing up in the south. Never made sense. You're in a metal box. I'm in a metal box. How else am I supposed to let you know you're driving like a jizzrag?

You took a long screwdriver and a nice sized nut and slipped it over the end. Then you took a low pressure air hose (<100psig) and spun the nut until it whistled (spinning very very very fast).

At this point you covered your eyes, groin, or anything else you were concerned about getting hit, and the holder of the screwdriver yells, "ONE...TWO....THREE....DANGER-NUT!" and flings the nut off the screwdriver.

Now pretty much everything in the engineering spaces are metal. The walls, floor, equipment....and that nut will ricochet off of a few things before it spins itself to a stop.

Never personally witness a bad injury, but I have a friend with a scar running from his wrist to elbow from a danger-nut game.

It was. Another one used spare air fittings to make cannons that shot anything from earplugs to metal picks (like the ones your dentist uses). We shot a metal pick about 80 ft and through an aluminum first-aid locker.

I could just imagine some wall street types in work. "hey frank, nail tonight?", "yeah you know it". They go to a cheap liquor store in china town and head back to their $7000 dollar a month apartments. And sit on their italian leather couches blow torches burning, choosing between the nail and whisky.

In high school my friends and I played "Hide and go Poo". Whenever you left class to drop a deuce, you were required to text the other players either 'HAGP' or the full 'Hide and go poo' before sitting down. The other players then must find you sitting down, take a wet paper towel and tag you with it over the stall wall.

We had a full rule sheet as to what was considered finished and a point system, which made the game fun to continue throughout the entire year.

When I was in junior high school, my friend and I would take turns riding a bike or razor scooter down the largest hill in our development, and then deliberately crash in the most spectacular way we could manage when a car drove by. Scared a lot of soccer moms.

In high school, a group of friends and I would do what we called "T-boning"; if someone had their mouth open with a slack jaw, someone else would bash their fist under their chin and cause their teeth to chatter. We wound up assigning point values to the severity of the t-bone and kept a running tally of everyone's score. You got the most points for causing someone to bite their tongue.

When I worked at a deli, my coworkers and I had a game we called "Repeat" to fuck with customers.

When a customer ordered something, you had to repeat their order back to them and intentionally screw it up. 1-3 points based on how different the original order was compared to your repeated line.

For example: If the customer asked for "1/2 pound of pasta salad" and you repeat "1 pound of potato salad?" that would be worth 1 point. If the customer asks for "3/4 pound of coleslaw and 1/2lb of sliced turkey", and you replied, "6 chicken cutlets and a meatball sub?" that would earn 3 points. Someone was once awarded 4 points for telling a customer we did not sell pornography when asked to make a sandwich.

We would clear out a large space - typically a living room - and surround it with chairs. It kind of resembled an arena. One person would cover themselves with a blanket - the worm - and thrash around trying to touch the others as they evaded the worm. Once touched, you became the new worm.

We broke...So. Much. Shit.

EDIT: Wow...popular game, huh? For those asking if we might know each other, I'm from Alabama. If it's still a possibility, PM me.

i played a game similar to that. we called it steamroller. one person was the steam roller and rolled back and forth in a room while the other had to jump over. if you were run over, you were the steamroller.

Basically the objective is to get someone to say "march." The first person then cuts the person who says it off and screams "MARCH OF THE PENGUINS!!!" and everyone around jumps yelling like they just witnessed the greatest insult in all of history("I can't believe you fell for that!" "My god he walked right into it!" "Ohh shit! Ohh shit!!!"). New players to the game are often left confused as an explanation is never provided, yet they seem to always jump in on the game the next time someone is 'marched.' The game started with one person, it extends to pretty much everyone I see on a regular basis now.

My friends and I would get a bunch of bottle rockets, roman candles, and whatever the fuck we could buy. We tore off the stick and twisted a bunch of the wicks together. After doing that to hundreds of bottle rockets we would set them in a big pile, light it, and then run like hell. Keep in mind we would be shooting roman candles at each other while bottle rockets are exploding all around us. I don't know if that counts as a game but it is fun.

Not my friends but with most of my family that seems pretty fucked up.

We have an annual bet that we all place on New Years Eve. The bet consists of three celebrities we each think will die during the new year. We give each celebrity a number of points based on age, habits, and past-history that we all agree on. The closer the celebrity is to their birthday when they pass, more points get added on. (I.E On birthday - 20 points, Within a week before - 15, Within month - 10)

My Mom won last year with with Amy Whinehouse and Elizabeth Taylor. :/

Roofie/line roulette. There would be six cups of alcohol, one with a roofie in it. Only an observer knew, then we would all drink a cup and enjoy the day. All the participants would be getting drunk but one person would be obviously fucked up. Not a fun way to party, but I was young and naive so I did it anyway.

The best was when you yelled doorknob and he is running to it. He's a foot or so away and gets tackled. A doggy pile right after that then the beating. I remember vain attempts to squiggly out of the pile will trying to soften the punches and lounging at the doorknob just to have some on jump on my arm and pin it. The boys are coming over tonight. I'm going to have to say doorknob.

When I was 13, my best friend and I bought these eye cover things at Bath & Bodyworks. They were sticky so they didn't come off. So we'd have sleepovers, put them on and just go nuts. We'd tackle each other, run at each other. It was sincerely bizarre. I got a concussion though so we stopped.

By myself, though, I play "gay or European." I live in New York so whenever I'm in the city I try to guess which since there are so many tourists and homosexuals.

The last week before state my junior year, one of the guys takes a dump in a plastic bag. We put it in a locker and lock it up. Come back next season, it's still there. I checked again at the end of the year, still there. Cross country did things to people; it was kind of like 'Nam that way. Just, y'know, less agent orange and more nudity.

Edit: It was a plastic grocery bag, not a ziplock. The reasoning being that they wanted the stank to seep out.

Edit 2: I'm always excited when I see a post like this, and all the cross country kids come outta the woodwork with off the wall stories. Brothers and sisters, welcome.

My friends and I would play this game called "Assassin". We would all get sharpies and meet before school to call the rules (they would change from game to game) then we would go on with our school regular school day knowing that at any moment a fellow classmate could come up behind you in the hallway or in class to slash a sharpie across your neck. Once you got the mark you were out and this would go on in tell the end of the school day where the last ones would be declared the winners

We did something similar. We brought Nerf guns to school (college) and once you were shot, you were marked and out for the day. Went on for two non-consecutive weeks. This was in Georgia in 2010 after some kid was arrested for using a chicken nugget like a gun.

My college just allows us to bring Nerf guns to class for Humans VS Zombies. It starts with 1 OZ (original zombie) who tries to "eat" (and by that I mean tag) a human. If the human shoots the zombie, they're stunned for 10 minutes and the human gets away. If the human gets tagged, they join the zombie horde. Its always fun watching 4 or 5 zombies chasing one guy with a Nerf gun across campus :D

I used to play a game with my SO that involved touching her teeth when she smiled or opened her mouth. I would yell "scores! 1 to nothin." This was the start of the game, and it would be played all day long until bed time. Trying not to smile or open your mouth only leads to more smiling and laughing. It's a real fun game. It usually led to sex because of the play fighting that ensued.

We used to play that except we used these little dollar store dart guns that shot soft neon rubber darts with a suction cup on the end. To take someone out you had to shoot them in a vital area with a dart.

That was pre-columbine, of course. You would be expelled immediately for doing such a thing these days.

Essentially, it's doing things and slowly progressing until the other person gets totally weirded out and leaves the "game."

Honestly, it seems to me like they were trying to get out some repressed... urges, but doing it in a patently "no homo, well kinda" way.

Usually the game (amongst those willing to play) was just leaning into people as they talked like they were going to kiss them, or just acting flamboyantly, but the "grand champions" would walk into the head (bathroom for non-Navy/Marine) and just walk over and hold another known-player's dick while they peed.

As far as any of us know, those playing were totally hetero, but caused some serious speculation regardless. The actual players, if questioned or called out, would pretty much explain that anyone who didn't seem like they were genuinely uncomfortable (and were likely gay) they wouldn't play with.

I spent four years in the Navy. I have been in my share of Gay Chicken games. The key for winning most of them, for me, was sensual breathing, whispering there first name softly, and placing my hand on there crotch. Usually it never got any farther than that.

TL;DR I was so good at gay chicken that I never even had to suck a dick.

We used to play Butt Plug. Basically you got in an order and took turns throwing a tennis ball at a wall within a certain area. If the ball was thrown outside the area, the ball stopped rolling before you picked it up for your turn, or you fumbled it you had to sprint and touch the wall before the next person in line could hit the wall.

If you didn't make it in time you had to bend over in front of the wall and the next person got to throw the tennis ball at your ass. I made a kid cry one time. That game was fast-paced and awesome.

A "hit list" was found, and had my name on it 5 times. Turns out one of my best friends wrote it...principal brought me in to ask if I was worried, then we laughed about it (post columbine and all that junk).

We hosted a city team for a football game. As we were watching jv play, we overhear this conversation behind me:

"Hey, what city is that off in the distance?"

"What city?"

"You cant see all those skyscrapers in the distance?"

At this point my very hick friend turns around and says, "Those ern't skyskrapers, those be silos, REE-TARD!"

Same kid who made the hit list fell asleep in class. The teacher told a student to go tell another teacher that there was a "code green." Few minutes later, the kid comes back with the other teacher and his entire class...we then switched classes just to mess with the sleeping kid.

I once fell asleep in second period spanish, woke up to a completely different teacher and class. Turns out, my teacher let me sleep through her class and the one after it. It was almost 2 hours later when I woke up. Nobody ever woke me up. They just let me sleep there for two damn hours.

The hiding places kept getting more elaborate until one day they couldn't find the poo no matter where they looked. They eventually forgot about it until one of them was making a sandwich. They noticed some brown streaks in the butter, dug around a bit, and found a nice big turd in the container they'd been eating butter out of for weeks.

"Rock, paper, balls." Basically there are two blindfolded participants and a judge. The blindfolded people will play a game of rock, paper, scissors and without knowing who is the winner the judge will hesitate slightly before punching the "loser" of the match square in the balls. The hesitation is nerve-racking. This game only comes out at the end of most parties, usually.

In high school we played a game in the boys locker room. It's a hangout spot so there would always be people coming and going. The game was as someone was leaving they might randomly turn the lights off and everyone in the room would take off their shoes and, in complete darkness, throw them at someone else as hard as possible. There would be those that ducked and covered and those that would charge after others beating them with their shoes. Eventually teachers found out and banned the game, but not before one kid broke his nose.

It was played with any number of people, a tennis ball or racquet ball, and a large brick/concrete wall. There was a no-mans-land of about 8-10 feet from the wall out that you weren't allowed to throw from. The game started with throwing the ball has hard as you can against the wall. Everyone would try and either catch the ball on it bouncing off or dodge it completely before it hit the ground. To catch the ball cleanly you had to catch it with one hand before it bounces or hits another part of your body. If you dropped it, used two hands, or otherwise bobbled the ball you then had to sprint and touch the wall. During your sprint to the wall if someone was able to retrieve the ball and peg the wall before you touched it, they got a free shot. And by free shot, you had to stand facing the wall and that person got to throw the ball as hard as they could to hit you. If you caught the ball clean you got a point. The only break in play was when you had to assume the position and wait for someone to take their free shot at you with a ball. The real jerks would throw from an extreme angle trying to bounce the ball off the wall and into your groin, thus completing the elusive "gonad shot".

Ahh fun times.

Edit: Turns out Geeayche beat me to it but they called it Buttplug in his neighborhood. Who knew?

Each participant sets out one line of Special K (an insanely powerful tranquilizer/hallucinogen). When the race begins, each participant snorts the line, and then begins to run towards the finish line. First one over the finish wins, and gets whatever prize we had decided upon.

The fun in this game is that the k usually starts to set in halfway through the race. Imagine a group of people who look like they're trying to run underwater and you'll have an idea of what i'm referring to.

After taking out the back two rows of seats, we'd load up a minivan with as many kids as we could fit. Then we'd drive down the highway with the front passenger window open. The goal was to take off someone's shoe then throw it out the window. We did this while driving down the right lane, and whoever lost a shoe had to walk back along the side of the highway and find it. Killed a lot of Saturday nights in high school this way.

In college we played a game called "fireball" in which we soaked a tennis ball in rubbing alcohol, then set it on fire and tossed it around. The object is really just to avoid catching your clothes on fire. When you miss a catch or the fireball goes out, you are responsible for soaking and re-lighting the ball. Also, you don't want to be the first to catch the fireball after it has just been lit, because the flaming alcohol can "splash" on your hand/clothes/face and catch you on fire. Finally, this is a drinking game, so you have to use one hand for fireballing and the other to hold your drink. Good times, minor burns.

On a swingset of with a minimum of four swings, get people swinging at full speed at random intervals. One person stands at the end and runs through the swings. Once you start running, you're not allowed to stop for any reason until you reach the other side...or get knocked into next week.

Basically: sitting in the back of one of our basic level computer science classes at university, which means something like 300-400 people.
Every head with long hair, you have to guess if it's a guy who likes death metal or a girl.

Sounds harmless, but once you are wrong, it gets disturbing.

"That thing HAS to be the most metal dude in the world"
turns around
"OH GOD WHY"

A few of the older guys in our car club have a game we call
"Who's got the dog"

Years ago, we were all partying at our friends new house, with a garage and a nice back yard in an older section of town. So being the hooligans we were, we got all loaded up and went on a "walk" at about 3:30 or 4am...

During the drunken act of locomotion, we decided to..... relocate... a few items. some house for sale signs, a sprinkler, a bluebox, and the best of the treasure was a big fucking concrete dog.

the fucker wasn't hard to miss, but it ended up in our buddies garage. He woke up and found it, and decided to put it in the trunk of one of our friends cars...

about a week goes by and the host had asked our other mutual friend if he's taken a peek in his trunk. Well fuckin lo n behold, there's the concrete dog.. about an hour away from it's home.

so about a year later, there's another party... this time, people from quite a bit farther away came to party. And my good friend was the one who had the dog planted on him. With this knowledge of where the dog went, and my friends absence from the next party, I thought I'd go out of my way to help the dog relocate to a new home.

I went over to my buddy's place, asked for keys to his one car from his old man. And proceeded to move this concrete (plaster??) dog out from the trunk, place it in my car, return the keys and leave. (all the while my friends dad has a "dafuq?!" expression on his face)

long story short, the dog now lives another 3 hours from home, unbeknownst to the new "owners"...

Turn all the lights off in the basement and beat the shit out of each other. We stopped playing at one friends house when he was being relentlessly beaten and kicked a whole though the wall and the power went out. Everybody froze and we could hear his mom coming for the basement so we all pretended to be asleep. A bunch of middle schoolers asleep at 2pm on a saturday. Riiiiiiight.

It called "Smear the Queer" It's when you throw a football up in the air and who ever catches it has to avoid being tackled. Once they are tackled they have to throw the football in the air. Back when I was younger the name of the game didn't seem weird or offensive but that was the name it was given and known for around my area.

We played that too, except you could pass the ball. The goal was to hang onto the ball for the longest amount of time without getting hit. If someone tossed the ball to you and you refused to catch it everyone gets to beat on you for 30 seconds.

My brother and I play the "green light" game. When stopped at a stoplight while driving, and the driver is looking at the radio or fiddling with something and not paying the best attention, the passenger will say "green light" as if the light turned and the driver didn't notice. The light is actually red though. So he'll go a little, see traffic crossing or the red light and slam on the breaks.

By game, I mean I do this to my brother and he fucking freaks out every time.

Yea, the first time I did it was when he was like 16 and still learning how to drive (he's younger), so he was naturally still a pretty cautious driver and I wasn't too worried about him just jetting out in to the intersection. But god damn did he get scared the first time. And I would only visit when home from college and stuff so he would forget about it and I got him multiple times.

I went on a family vacation about 12 years ago when I was 7, we got lost and asked for directions at a restraunt called "cutie pies" turns out it was a thing like hooters and I got EXTREMELY embarrassed and didn't want to go in for fear of being called ugly and started to cry ( I was a really insecure, heavily bullied kid. ) Now every time we drive by a Cutie Pies I hear from my mom "HEY CARTER, IT'S CUTIE PIES, REMEMBER CUTIE PIES, I WANT TO GO THERE, YOU LIKE CUTIE PIES? LOOK CUTIIEEEE PIEEEEEEES"